21st Century PSA

brain on drugs posterOne of the most influencial public service announcements (that I can remember) was aired in 1987, the year I graduated from college. It seems like eons ago — because it was. But I still remember it . . . so it was a good one, right?

There was a man holding an egg.
“This is your brain.”

And there was a frying pan.
“This is drugs.”

He cracks the egg into the frying pan. And you hear the sizzle.
“This is your brain on drugs.”

Then there’s a pause.
“Any questions?”

So, I was thinking. It’s now 2016; almost 30 years later. If I was to make a public service announcement today, what would it look like?

I think I know.

 

This is my daughter.

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This is Snapchat.

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This is my daughter on Snapchat.

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ANY QUESTIONS?

 

 

 

 

The Funniest Story I’ve Ever Heard

The other day I had lunch with a friend of mine at one of our favorite restaurants. I always look forward to our lunches; there’s never a dull moment with our animated story telling. Well, on this day — not only did I laugh until I cried – but I may have peed a little.

You see, my friend and I decided to reminisce about our most embarrassing moments. And she told a story that tops all stories in the ‘world of hilarity.’

Like the T.V. show Dragnet… “The story you are about to hear is true; only the names have been changed to protect the innocent.”

I will call my friend Grace (for reasons that will soon become obvious) and her daughter, Jessie.

A few years back Grace and Jessie were headed to a local department store. It was winter time and the roads were getting pretty sloppy; a big storm was brewing. But Grace lived in Syracuse her whole life, so was used to driving in the snow.

As Grace concentrated on the roads, Jessie was fiddling with the car radio. Jessie suddenly felt a cramp in her side. Luckily it was nothing serious, just a little gas. Fortunately she found some relief — but at the expense of her mother.

Grace said the car smelled like potato chips and she was literally gagging. [Which confused me because potato chips are delicious.] She  wished she could roll down her window and let it escape into the wild, but with the freezing cold temperatures that wasn’t an option.

Jessie was about 14 years old at the time. She’s a sweet girl, very pretty and kind of shy… but has a keen sense of humor like her mother. Jessie noted her mother’s discomfort, so let wind again. And again. And, once more for good measure.

Grace didn’t think it was funny anymore. She pleaded “Jessie, please stop it!” But Jess was a teenager, and found humor in the situation. Her smirk said it all.

When they arrived in the parking lot, Grace couldn’t get the car door open fast enough. The fresh air was a virtual gift from God. She looked forward to getting out of the car and doing a little shopping.

They found the inside of the store to be a ghost town. The pending storm must’ve kept the locals in that night, so they had the place to themselves. Grace and Jessie decided to go their separate ways and meet up later.

As Grace was shopping she felt that all too familiar pang. She was having the same reaction to dinner as Jessie. [Grace had one cookin’.]

Grace thought about the potato chip car ride, her discomfort, and the smug look on her daughter’s face. Then she had an idea. “Why waste it?” she thought, “Why not get me some ‘sweet revenge?’

Jess had mentioned she’d be in the shoe department, so Grace wandered over. She spotted her daughter almost immediately. Jess was so focused on the shoes she didn’t see her mom coming.

In true “007” style, Grace looked to the left, then to the right, checking to make sure the coast was clear. She then crept up beside Jessie. Grace posed herself, raising her derrière just a little, and lifting her leg high in the air. Then she did it. She did the unthinkable…Grace “cut-the-cheese” on her daughter.

TAKE THAT!! Grace shouted loudly.

She was so proud of herself — in her forties and still up for a shenanigan! Grace found herself bent over belly laughing. When she finally looked up, she saw Jessie coming around the corner.

WAIT A MINUTE!!! If THAT’S Jess, who’s this?!

Grace had farted on a stranger.  [And, if you recall, she said “Take that!”]

And when she tried to explain, it didn’t help.
[When you tell a stranger that it’s O.K. because you were ‘trying to fart on your daughter,’ it really doesn’t sound any better. Now, does it?]

The young woman glared at Grace. Let’s just say if her eyes were daggers Grace would not be here today to tell the story.

Grace grabbed Jessie and they ran. Boy did they run! They ran into the men’s department where they hid behind a rack of clothes…laughing until they cried. I’m not sure… but they may have even peed a little. 🙂

It’s People Watching Time!!

Well, the NY State Fair opened Thursday and I took my daughter to do some “people watching.” That’s what we say here in Upstate New York…we claim that we go to see the weirdos. But who are we kidding? We all have our “mandatory” fair favorites — that’s why we go every year — religiously.

Some people say “I need my one-dollar baked potato!” to which I reply, I’ll save you the wait in line and toss you a potato for 50 cents. But to be fair (get it?), I have my favorites too.

I always go to the Indian Village and get a new piece of jewelry. We both got bracelets this year. Hooray for us! We hit the midway where we paid $8 a bucket to toss rings onto the ground for 3 minutes, checked out the animals and talked to each of them like they would be happy to see us, and of course saw the butter sculpture in the dairy barn.

We bought some homemade fudge, and grabbed ice cold chocolate milk for only 25 cents a cup. If I haven’t had my chocolate milk I refuse to leave the fair. This year I got two cups then went on that ride “Himalaya” with my daughter. I don’t recommend it. At least in that order.

It was in the International Building (where I get my yearly Gyro), that I saw my favorite weirdo. I almost gagged when I saw a woman leaning over the table to eat, with her entire butt hanging out. How did she not feel the breeze?

I do have one regret. How funny would it have been to have my daughter pose for a quick picture (and she would’ve, she’s cool like that), and position my camera so “the butt” was photo bombing her photo. She would’ve fell to the ground laughing when I showed it to her — she was oblivious that “the butt” was right behind her. (get it?)

Well, I still have time. I didn’t take any photos on Thursday, but I will return. As God as my witness… I will return!! 🙂